SEVEN
Meredith
Back arched, toes curled, my body shudders with pleasure as Hollis goes down on me like I’m a book written in braille and he’s reading me with his tongue.
I don’t know what’s come over me, I’m acting out the things I only talk about when I’m flirting with a guy. I don’t usually do this. When I do it never feels this goo-
“Oh fuck, Hollis!”
A series of yelps I didn’t know my vocal cords could produce stream out of me as I orgasm on his tongue.
This feels so good I can’t remember why I didn’t want to do it initially.
Something about having real feelings for him or some nonsense.
I decided if we did this instead, it’d be a one time thing and I could go back to being single, carefree, Meredith.
Now that we’re in the midst of it, I regret to inform myself I don’t see that happening.
I don’t just want to screw his brains out, I want him to cuddle me after.
Take me out to dinner. Watch the moon rise over the mountains as we lay on the beach.
All sorts of vile, reprehensible, disgusting things I don’t normally want to do with a guy.
I want to do them all with Hollis. How do I stop myself from wanting them?
“I’ve been bad. I think I’m gonna need you to give me a lashing with your nightstick.”
“Meredith, I-”
“Please, just fuck me so I can get it out of my system.”
He stands slowly, planting kisses along my body the entire way, until his face is pressed against my cheek, fingers in my hair. The steady throbbing of his dick against my stomach has me yearning for everything he can give me. I wish I just meant sexually but it’s so much worse than that.
“Meredith.” The sound of my name whispered against his cheek has my thighs clenching. “I’ve never met anyone like you. I don’t think one time is going to get this out of my system.”
“We’ll go again after.”
He shakes his head, breathing me in like my skin is oxygen on the surface of the moon. “It would take so much more than that.”
“Okay,” I whimper, kissing him with the passion of a Shakespearean romance, hoping it conveys everything my words are currently incapable of.
What am I consenting to? I don’t do relationships. I’m no good at them. I’m not open or vulnerable enough.
Except with Hollis, I am.
I’ve already done it. The scary part is over and he didn’t pull away because for a split second, I wasn’t the fun one anymore. He didn’t run, he held my hand.
I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him into me. The slow penetration doesn’t feel as frantic as our kiss, it’s romantic. Intimate. For some reason, I’m okay with that.
He pulls out of me at the same deliberate tempo, in complete contrast with what our tongues are doing in one another’s mouths.
His rhythmic thrusts have my body quivering.
I can feel every centimeter of his cock stretching my walls as I accommodate his size, causing me to whimper into his mouth every time he bottoms out inside me.
He’s making love to me.
So this is what it feels like? What am I supposed to do when it’s over? Does it ever have to be over? Where do we go from here? I wouldn’t mind holding onto this feeling forever.
Maybe the handcuffs were a bad idea. I want to hold his face here so he never stops kissing me. I want to dig my fingers into his back. I want to press my palm against his chest and feel his heart beating in time with mine.
I think I just threw up a little. These are not things Meredith Cushing thinks.
My legs squeeze tighter, pulling him deeper into me in an attempt to silence these disturbed thoughts. For a second it works, he’s pumping harder, pounding me against the ladder. Until his mouth slips away from mine, moving down to my neck as our breathing grows more ragged.
If his mouth isn’t covering mine, I know I’m going to say something stupid. My only saving grace is the fact that he’s railing me too hard for words to exit my mouth in an organized fashion. Yelps and moans are keeping the sappy sentences at bay. For now.
I arch my back in time with his thrusts, meeting him halfway, lost in the sound of his skin slapping against mine.
In the sound of his manly panting overpowering my girlish squeals.
In the sound of him breathing me in, never able to inhale deep enough to satiate his need to fill his lungs with my essence.
God dammit, the thoughts are enough to do me in, sending my eyes rolling back in my head as I fall apart with him still inside me. Fuck me with a cop’s massive sausage, this means I’m in love with him, doesn’t it? At least he doesn’t know that.
“I want everything with you. Hollis, I want it all.”
Well, now he knows. I knew my mouth would do something stupid the second it wasn’t otherwise occupied.
“It’s yours,” he moans with one final thrust, letting go inside me.
His lips find mine before any more embarrassing words have a chance to sneak out. Just in time too because I could feel them pooling up, raindrops collecting on a flower petal until they have no choice but to pour out.
It’s humiliating enough that he can read my emotions through my mouth. Is it humiliating if his lips are saying the exact same thing? Or does that negate the degree of embarrassment?
At least the handcuffs help. I can tell myself I want it all was our safe word.
“Bressen, you copy?” The voice coming from the radio, clipped to the belt on the floor, stops me from moaning things into his mouth that wouldn’t take a linguist to decipher.
“They got ’em. Judah’s with the Staties, the other three have been apprehended.
Nathaniel’s on the horn with Corrigan Correctional right now so we can schedule a little sit down with old Uncle Mike Cushing. ”
Hollis grabs the walkie talkie without disengaging, he’s still throbbing inside me. “I hear you loud and clear, Sarge. Thank god that’s over.”
“Yeah, small problem. We seem to have misplaced the Cushing girl.”
“I’ve got her, sir,” he says, eyes locked on mine as my breathing returns to something close to normal. “She’s with me. She’s safe.”
His finger leaves the button but he continues talking, looking at me like he can see my soul.
“And she always will be, I’ll make sure of it. I don’t know how someone hasn’t given her the world yet, but I sure as hell am going to try.”
“I don’t need the world, Hollis, your heart is more than enough.”
“Well then that’s yours too.”
Maybe love’s not as scary as I worked it up to be in my head. If this is what it feels like, it’s kinda nice. I could get used to this.
I want it all with this man. I’m not sure what it all entails, but whatever it is, with Hollis on one side of me, Aspen and her firefighter on the other, I can’t wait to find out.
We came to Cedar Spring Lake looking for a new beginning. Well, here it is, might as well make it a fairytale.